This is a song about "Killa"

My raincoat, and gold wrappers, amen

Got more killa rhymes you just haven't heard em

I can only imagine, uncle bob

Seshin on this killa reefa that be the pol pot/

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

Vendetta killa who was once a bed wetter

We believed in you

I'm a killa it's true

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

An anonymous killa like the zodiac stop acting up like cody and zack